Hey guys c: New story, yay! So, I'm kind of new at writing Big Time Rush fics (Kames, yay!), so don't critique me too hard :P Sorry for any OOCness. I'll try my best. I just started writing again, so I'm sure it'll improve as the story progresses. This is loosely based on the song Summer Nights from Grease.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

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"James! Do you have everything?" Said boy turned around to look at his mother, who was walking calmly down the stairs of the large and well-furnished house they lived in. James rolled his eyes, not really wanting to communicate much with his mother and ruin his vacation before it even started.

"Yes, mom. And my cellphone's charged if you need me." Translation: Try not to need me. The whole point of this vacation was to just get away from his mother, from Minnesota, and from everything that he had here in the boring town of Sherwood. It's not that he didn't love his mom, because he did, very much. She just felt the need to take the reigns of his life in her own hands, and decide everything for him. Her future for him and what he actually wanted were two different realities. Mama Diamond wanted her son to take over her cosmetic business, while he wanted to pursue a life in music.

Singing was his passion, and it has been for quite a while. Ever since he started talking, he's been singing. He was good too. He knew it. Brooke knew it. Everyone did. Talent shows, coffee shop entertainment, even just singing in the shower. If he had the chance to get better and show off his talent, he would.

This summer was the summer before his senior year of high school, and he wanted to make it a good one, so he decided to call up his dad in LA and asked if he could visit. James talked to his dad regularly, despite his mother not liking it. James loved his dad. His dad supported his love for singing, and would listen to him sing over the phone to give James comments or praise him about how much he's improved. Granted, his dad was upset when James decided to give up hockey, but he warmed up to it eventually, telling James to shoot for his dreams, and to not let anyone get in the way.

Now the only one getting in the way was Brooke. James looked at his mom, who was texting dead ahead on the phone.

"Uh, mom, my plane leaves in an hour. We should probably go." Brooke held up a finger, signally for him to wait a minute. He huffed and rolled his eyes, walking over to the coffee table in the living room to grab the keys to the car, and putting them in his pocket. After sliding on his sunglasses he grabbed two of his suitcases and carried them to the shiny black car, putting them in the trunk. He heard heels clacking against the driveway and looked to find his mother struggling with the other two cases of luggage. James chuckled and went to help Brooke. Once those were secured in the back of the car with the other two, he gave his mom the keys and got into the passenger seat. Brooke then got in the car, started it, and drove off towards the airport.

The ride was silent. James and his mom were never very chatty, mostly because all Brooke would talk about was her cosmetics. James would admit though, that his mom made a big impact about how he took care of himself. He had to look perfect before going anywhere. Every hair on his head was perfectly in place, and his clothes fit just right on his body. He wouldn't deny that he was extremely attractive. Self-confidence was one of his perks.

"Have fun with your dad," he heard Brooke say while pulling into the airport. James was surprised that his mom would even say something like that. It was so…Not Brooke Diamond.

"Yeah… Thanks mom," James replied, giving a little smile. Once they were inside the airport, Brooke helped him with his bags and getting him situated for the plane ride. Once everything but him was on board, he turned to him mom and smiled.

"See you in August," he said, before pulling his mom into a hug. Brooke was shocked at the affection, but relaxed into her son's hug and returned it.

"Be safe." They called James' plane, and he started briskly walking toward the entrance.

"I will. Bye mom!" he called, a few feet away. Brooke smiled lightly.

"Bye," she said simply.

Once they scanned him, he got onto the plane, taking one last look at the Minnesota sky, ready for his summer in California.

"Dude, what are we gonna do this summer?" the little Latino boy asked, kicking off his flip flops and falling backwards onto the sand. His blonde friend shrugged, sitting down next to the shorter boy.

"Hell if I know. You'd think living in Los Angeles would be more exciting…"

"Kendall! Carlos!" They turned their heads to find their other friend, Logan, calling for them from a few feet away. The two boys on the sand motioned for him to come over to where they were, even though that was already his plan.

"Hey guys," the dark-haired boy greeted.

"What took you so long to get here?"

"Oh, I was caught up in a documentary about prokaryotic cells and their relationship to-"Kendall raised a hand.

"Don't care." Logan huffed and sat down, joining his two friends.

"Fine then…" he grumbled.

After a few moments of silence, Kendall groaned.

"I'm bored," he said, falling backwards on the sand to join Carlos, who was already lying down.

"You know, that documentary was pretty-"

"Logan."

"Sorry."

James made it out of the plane and airport and to his dad's safely. He paid the taxi man the given amount and thanked him with a bright smile. Once he drove off, he waked up to the doorstep of his dad's modest, but nice home, and rang the doorbell. A few seconds passed before the door opened, revealing a middle-aged, but handsome man.

"Hi dad!" James said cheerfully, excited to finally see his dad after all these years.

"Jamie! Come on in," his father replied, equally happy. "How are you?" James walked inside, and his father closed the door behind them.

"Pretty good," James said, looking around at the simple house. The living room was nicely furnished, and the kitchen wasn't too big, but big enough for one person. "Nice place," he complimented, taking off his shoes at the door.

"I'm sure it's not as nice as what Brooke has you guys living in," his dad said, winking. James chuckled, flopping onto the couch.

"I like it," he said simply. Jim smiled.

"Well thanks, buddy. Now, the guestroom is upstairs. There's a bathroom in the hallway to the right of your room. This is your home for the summer. Don't be asking permission to do everything." James got up, laughing.

"Got it, dad."

"Now, come over here and give your pops a hug."

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c: Reviews? I'll get the next chapter up soon, promise! Sorry for any mistakes, too.